newtralize | The End Of Love

The End Of Love

We were reaching in the dark
That summer in New York
And it was so far to fall
But it didn't hurt at all
And let it wash away, wash away

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[Newton Fido Scamander.

Many who knew him from school wouldn't have taken him to be the man he became. He was awkward and quiet and strange to his peers while growing up. Or so it has been said. There was a few things that was known about him. That he adored every creature he ever lays his eyes on, that he's an excellent student, and that someone was fated to be with him based on the mark that sat on his inner wrist.

A lot has changed since then and now. Newton was an exemplary auror who rivaled even his brother's prowess. Both were a force to be reckon with in the Ministry (and many have found that having both around was bad given their mischievous streaks). They were both very similar. Friendly and charming with a bit of a flirtatious side. The type of personalities that attract others naturally. Newton, by any means, was someone that many have grown to idolize or admire or pursue. What hadn't changed from his school years is that he still had a certain soulmark that was permanently a part of him.

Soulmates were an ancient magic that most didn't know what to make of it. It had become a part of everyday life that no one really thought much of it and saw it as just a normal thing. There were many who believed in it and many that didn't. The idea of being fated to be with someone was always a strange debate. Some loved it and some hated it. There had even been talks about how soulmates didn't necessarily mean an eternal love. That even those that were marked and met may separate or that they may never meet in their lifetime.

Newton, however, was enamored by the idea. That there was someone out there who will love him unconditionally and that they were intertwined with him was such a beautiful thing.

Because who could love someone like him? He wasn't actually what people thought he was. He was far from it. Newton had just merely learned how to play a convincing charade. In reality, he was still very much how he was back in school. He was quiet and eccentric and he was uncomfortable with people. With touch from another person. Yet, at least he had this mark that reminded him that there was someone who would love him for that.

It was some form of solace.

His charade wasn't the only secret he held. No one would ever probably believe that the Scamanders held a rather particular secret. Certainly no one would believe that the internationally infamous Artemis was the same Newton Scamander who upheld the law. Artemis was a wild rulebreaker and while they weren't exactly evil, they were still a rogue person doing as they please. For the authorities, Artemis was a vigilante who did as they pleased. While they had broken and shutdown more smuggling rings than any government has managed, it couldn't be ignored that they weren't potentially dangerous. After all, no one knew what happened to those creatures. They were always spirited away.

Who would ever think that they were one in the same? The Newton Scamander that was an auror for the Ministry of Magic and the Artemis who has busted countless smuggling rings and taking all the creatures with him.

Well, what others don't know won't hurt them.

MACUSA is in a bit of disarray today. A lot of hustle and bustle as many of the MACUSA employees excitedly wait. Really, one would think that the MACUSA had employed a bunch of teenagers with all the gossip and whispers going about the place. The Ministry of Magic were transferring a few of their aurors over to help in a large scale case. Usually, the MoM wouldn't be so willing to send some of their finest over, but the implications that the case may be tied to international cases of murders and disappearances had made them more willing. It wasn't a big team, of course. Who could really afford to send too many of their best and brightest? Still, the team was sound and the whispers were about the one in charge of the small group of British aurors.

A certain Newton Scamander.

It's then that a group of people enter, led by the Minister himself. The minister and eight aurors. One of them walked just a step behind the Minister with the rest of the aurors behind him. Newton was a tall man. He stood a beautiful 6'2" with dark, slicked hair and wearing a three piece suit under a black woolen trench coat. A yellow and dark grey scarf was wrapped around his neck and he had an easy smile as he glanced around them. It wasn't long for Seraphina to greet the group and walking off to her office with the Minister to discuss, leaving the group of aurors standing where they are to look around.

There were whispers and chatter around them.] So this is MACUSA, is it?

[What a life this world has given him. A generous upbringing, a decent enough family (no matter how distant), a good and loyal friend to stick by his side throughout the years, a kidnapping that would forever shape his remaining days and the reminder on his wrist there was someone out there who could have loved him.

It was a thought that often ran through his mind while trapped snug in a room without a door—his only inclination of time passing a small window he could never dream of reaching without magic, and he needed to save that for whenever his captor decided to show up to feed or interrogate him. The former was much more rare than the latter, unfortunately, and lead to longer periods of time spent hunched in the corner, thumbing at the sunken crescent moon over his veins.

All his life spent working to the bone, and for what? He had set into motion no laws, no legacy. Nothing to be remembered by. When such darker thoughts consumed him, he thought it better he hadn’t anyone to call his own. No heart to ache like he had learned from his mark, which was distorted now from all the binding that had been used to break him the beginning months in this hell.

Heartache he learned from “matching parties” at a young age. Huge social events, largely pooled of families from the same class, where the children would spend the evening getting to know each other before revealing their marks to try to find their match—something of legend. Not one party he attended ever yielded a pair. From a young age he thought them foolish. Of the whole world, all it’s continents and all the beings on them, who would ever think his soulmate would be located in the same state? And who would think of make a show of such a thing?

This mark was a curse more than anything.

And it left him with a cold streak amongst those poor souls who came to admire him romantically, long into his adulthood. Though not entirely of his own fault. So much of his youth had been molded by the cultural conformity to find his “true love”, Percival found little meaning in getting to know someone if it wasn’t going to last. He’d heard story after story of mismatches ending ugly that it was the last thing he wanted to deal with. So people stopped pursuing him, and he didn’t think twice.

It was his last concern when he was rescued. Percival had been turned to skin and bone, something so nearly withered magic couldn’t safely heal him without a shock to his system—no matter his own talent. Even when he was able to withstand it he refused, a reminder not only to himself but all who saw him to keep your guard and not give in. Persevere.

Perhaps it was also fear.

It took months after for him to return to work, and even then he had moved in with his dear friend—Seraphina Picquery—to not close himself off entirely to people. Even she had a difficult time seeing him healed and taken care of between his touch aversion and night terrors. Still, she did, and gently brought him back into the fold of MACUSA. Until these disappearances and murders had become more frequent. Something too close to his chest to ignore.

And finally, after months more of his shaping up subordinates and filing for additional help and case files to reference from Europe, all his hard work paid off. An elite team of aurors sent to aid them in their recent pick-up of crime. When their counterparts from across the pond finally apparate, Seraphina gives Percival a look that calmly rises him from the bench along the wall and behind her, arms tucked behind his back. He ducks his head and counts to 10, tapping a thumb against his wrist, as Seraphina speaks with the visiting Minister.

When she’s finished and starts her own escort with him, heels clicking as a signal, he picks his head up. And all that was left in her wake was the man who survived Grindelwald: Percival Graves. Ever so slightly gaunt—though he (“Thankfully,” Seraphina commented) filled out his suit nicely—his under-eyes still bagged from his capture and cheekbones a touch more pronounced. Sharper still is his gaze, hawkish compared to anyone else in the room. It’s a fair disposition for having tangoed with the most dangerous wizard of their time, and some other aurors had mutterings of surprise that he isn’t flat out insane.

They’ll happily take a paranoid overseer over a crazy one any day.

They’re comments he lets in one ear and out the other. It isn’t unlike his schooling days, where people would talk of him as if he couldn’t hear them within earshot. Some things didn’t change but all he could do was put one foot in front of the other. It was another day, and at least one he could look forward to. Or up to. He quite forgot how tall 6’2” was in person versus paper, and his personnel file didn’t quite do him justice.]

Indeed it is. Percival Graves, Director of Magical Security and head of Magical Law Enforcement. [ The smile he gives is short but sweet as he reaches out his hand for a proper introduction, a hint of scarring peeking out from under a crisp sleeve. ] Welcome to MACUSA, Mr. Scamander.

It's far more glamorous than my brother claimed. I'm rather jealous. [Newt looks around them for a moment longer before turning his attention to the man before him.

He had heard plenty about Percival Graves. His brother had rather gracious words to say about the man and there was enough press and information in Percival's own file to leave a rather good impression of the man.

Honestly, he can say that talk and words on paper really don't do the man justice. Despite Pericval's more gaunt figure, the man had a certain air to him that they should be someone one should respect. Even though he stood taller than the other, it made Graves no less impressive or intimidating.] Newton is just fine, if you please. Mr. Scamander makes me sound like my brother and I do love to hold over his head that he's an old git. [Newt smiles easily as he grasps Percival's hand for a shake.

His expression falters though when it feels as though a jolt of electricity goes through his body. It doesn't hurt, but it almost makes him feel alive. As though he had been missing something and had found it. Such an odd feeling when he absolutely hated touching others. Peculiar.

He firmly shakes Percival's hand and he smiles as though nothing had happen. Perhaps he was just merely imagining things. He isn't sure what that feeling even was.] Thank you for the warm welcome. We're a tad out of our element. None of us have been to America, so we're in your hands.

We hope to work together and get this all done and dealt with.

[There’s a bit of pride that finds Percival’s eyes at the compliment to MACUSA, to the building, letting a soft smile form more permanently. It certainly isn’t a common building, even with all the decadent buildings no-maj’s have made, but sometimes he feels as if he’s one of the few that still truly appreciate it’s appearance. So to hear it from someone else is revitalizing.]

No need for jealousy—our facilities are yours while you’re here. [And there’s more to that statement, but it’s for another time. No need to overload them all at once; small bits at a time, they’ve only barely said hello.]

All right, then, [The laughter is polite in the other’s mentioning of his brother. Sibling rivalry isn’t something he quite understands, but he figures it’s similar to what he has with Seraphina. The lingo is also a little lost on him. He can’t say he’s spent any time with anyone from England. Well spent time, anyway.] Newton it is.

[The shock that ricochets in him when their hands meet sinks down into his bones. Not unlike a static shock that leaves the hand feeling strange, only softer, and throughout his entire body. A small rush floods him after and he wonders if he’s having some medical issue. But just as quickly as it hit him it’s gone, leaving him still standing (to his surprise) and feeling lighter.

He takes a breath, smiles briefly again as he returns the shake and nods.] Nonsense, it’s our pleasure. And about time we met our Ministry cousins. We’ve set up living accommodations outside MACUSA, and should anyone require an escort through the city we have designated aurors for it.

[Percival agrees with another short nod.] As are we, the sooner the better. [In the next moment he steps to the side, motioning to the large ornate doors on the other side of the council room.] Follow me, I’ll show you and your team around.

Would you prefer Percival or Graves? Or even a Mr. Graves. It seems rude to assume certain things and us Brits tend to be overtly polite to a fault. Personally, I find Mr. Graves to make you sound a smidge too old and you look too good for that. [Is he flirting or is he complimenting the other? Maybe it's a bit of both.

There's this somewhat intense feeling of longing or loss when he lets go of Percival's hand. He ignores it because he certainly can't be that wanting to just literally hold Percival's hand. That's 1) honestly weird and makes absolutely no sense and 2) why would he want to hold Percival's hand like he needs it.

He can't deny that there's something about the man that he can't shake.] Honestly, I think they're itching a bit to explore the city and familiarize themselves. I don't know if you know much about traveling through boat, but it can be painfully dull. [He smiles easily enough.] Though, I don't think anyone would certainly say no to being escorted if your aurors are as dashing as head security seems to be. [Now that's definitely flirting.

The group of aurors follow Percival though. A few of them talk amongst themselves as they look around.] Kind of you to do so. I imagine that you probably have more pressing matters than babysitting a few of us. We don't want to be in your hair for too long.

[Honestly he can’t tell if it’s flirtation or European friendliness. He’s heard so many things on the latter.] You’ll find no one calls me Percival here, [It comes out as a matter of fact, rather neutral, than flat out acceptance or denial to the question, despite the slight curl it gives his lips.] Graves is fine, if you’re against adding years on me.

[His hand itches for their previous contact and Percival curls and stretches his hand to be rid of the sensation as quickly as he can. It felt like standing on a ledge and looking over the drop, and what for? Why did he feel such warmth towards this almost complete stranger? Surely it’s his over-politeness. He just wasn’t used to it, not when he had been met with colder interactions than previously upon his return to MACUSA. Walking beside him seems to do well enough to stave off the feeling. A sort of calm settling in from the sudden rushes.

I can’t say I’ve had the privilege of crossing on a boat, but I can imagine. [Perhaps a little heavy to mention, telling in the polite face he dons, even if unintentionally. Though he doesn’t miss a beat, continuing on without issue as it isn’t something to dwell on, a kinder expression on when he looks up to the other after his clear flirtation.] I find us to be an exceptional bunch, though it is in the eye of the beholder. [Was that a glint in his eye? He turns before it can change to anything else, and clears his throat gently.]

However given the situation we find ourselves in, I must insist they be accompanied. [And then adds softly after:] At least for a few days, until they find their bearings. [Percival looks back down the hall, gently flicking a wrist to the doors ahead to open them in time.] Danger is the nature of our jobs, but safety is also in mine. I have no matter more pressing than keeping all wizards and witches secure. [As they get closer to the threshold the buzz of MACUSA gets louder—typewriters, the shuffle of paper, the heavy clip of American accents and quick, tapping footfalls.]

Besides, Madame President assigned this to me personally; no one knows this building better than I do. [As they make their way out onto the balcony, Percival turns to face the team with an outstretched arm.] Ladies and gentleman, the bullpen. [Marble stairs leading up and down are on either side of them, and below is the heart of the building: rows upon rows of desks and aurors. Not unlike a beehive.] Our work area is a few flights up, on a private floor. We can go there now or I can show you the more recreational side of MACUSA, given your long voyage.

I have found that I'm not so good at fitting in at times. There's always a first time for everything, after all and I do like how Percival rolls off the tongue. [He laughs a little though..] Graves it is.

[Newt's head is a jumble of thoughts. It's hard for him to actually concentrate on the setting around him. Not when the other was so close to him and the comfortable feeling it brings to him. How sometimes their arms brush against each other when they walk just a little too close. Almost like they're magnetized to each other. It leaves him feeling warm despite how nippy it had been when they arrived on the shores of New York.

He was rather good at observing others. He doesn't miss any subtle shifts in the other, although he doesn't say anything either. He smiles easily enough.] I think most would find you and your bunch exceptional.

We're good at adapting, so finding our bearings should be no issue. Our group was chosen with the idea that we're a bunch who can adapt into new settings and situations well. While we hadn't made trips to America, I can say that all of us has some experience with traveling to foreign lands. We'll be sure to be a good asset to MACUSA while here. I assure you of that. [His tone was confident. Firm.

The group of Brits murmur to each other excitedly. The aurors seem more excited about the recreational parts at the moment. Of course they are. It's probably expected of a group of people who had just spent some time traveling and don't want to quite think about work right away. They were all human of course and they all seemed more excited about a more enjoyable evening before jumping into work in the bright morning than anything.] You got them riled up at the word, recreational. I don't think any of them are thinking about work at all. Catch them getting into trouble at a speakeasy, immediately. [One of them shoves Newt's shoulder and he laughs in response.] I'm not wrong! A few of you do love your drink and things are a tad different here from what I know.

I have a difficult time believing that, [ It’s a half squint accompanied by a flash of a grin. How could he have a hard time fitting in when he was so charismatic? Especially insisting on a first name basis, minutes after meeting. And insisting a proper title made him feel older—maybe it’s a British thing. Percival can’t say he minds, though the tingling sensation in his belly is a little distracting still.

It doesn’t make sense to him. The jolt, the connection and warmth. And what an absurd thought it would have been to say he wasn’t his type; tall, handsome. But this certainly wasn’t the time, not at the height of these crimes. Percival tells himself instead it’s his demeanor he’s taking a shine to—that smile, the kindness. Something he hasn’t seen from many people recently. Yes, that had to be it.

Maybe it was the constant flow of compliments. He finds himself chuckling at it, giving a glance over the other. ] And a silver-tongue. I’m happy to say the same of your lot. [ In more than one way. Maybe this group would help invigorate his staff. Breathe a new life into them and their work. He could only hope.

Percival is keen to the new information, things largely left off his debriefing files, dots connecting from the bits he did have. The strong delivery builds a good base for their newly formed relationship, as does the unfaltering look of Newt’s group when he casts a glance back. ] We appreciate it. For the record, I had no doubt you would. Everyone’s record is... impressive, to say the least. [ It was something they didn’t exactly have at MACUSA.

The smile that finds him at the murmuring is practiced, but not unkind. He understands, wholeheartedly, the desire to relax after something so prolonged and taxing. ] We’re only human, after all, it’s why we offered. The last thing we want is anyone to be overworked on this. [ Despite the looming threat. At least he and his team would be working this still while their guests found their feet. Even if they were more interested in losing their footing at bars. ] Prohibition is alive and kicking, and unfortunately those are no-maj laws that apply to us as well. [ Being so secretly intwined into society it was inevitable, but they were magical folk. ] There are, however, many excellent jazz clubs. [ The head of Magical Law Enforcement condoning illegal consumption? They’ll have to take that as they may. He really can’t say any more or less. ] Again, should anyone like a guide we’re more than happy to oblige.

Oh? A man who has a good judge of character are we? [A bit of a grin.] I'm not much of a liar though. Perhaps you'll one day see it yourself. [Well, he certainly wasn't lying, but Newt has had plenty of time to form this persona. Newton Scamander, the auror, was a very likable man.

Not at all like the more awkward and quiet him in reality.]

Of course. How else would I get out of trouble otherwise? [He gives Percival a bit of a cheeky grin.] Scamanders are very good at slipping out of trouble, you know. It's a talent that my brother and I both share, actually. [Newt, however, is far superior at getting out of trouble than the other. Of course, that might just be because Newt gets into far more trouble than Theseus.]

Impressive is one word to call it, I suppose. You can say that Europe merely has many more problems though. [America was also very young as a nation in comparison. While there was surely plenty of issues within the states; it was a large united body under one government versus the many nations of Europe.

Politics were always messy and information didn't sometimes move fast enough when there was many issues afoot that plagued them.]

Oh, no. Don't tell them that. [They all laughed a little.] I won't be the one at fault if you find and capture any of them. They're their own people and adults and I am not responsible if they get into trouble. [Although he gives the other a look.] Even if I'm fond of dancing.

Perhaps you wouldn't mind letting them wander a bit though. I'm sure they know better than to cause any disruptions or get in the way. We're a curious sort though and I'll be honest if we aren't a bit sick and tired of seeing each other. The rooms on the boat aren't what I would call roomy. [While he would prefer to separate from his group for a bit, he isn't saying it purely for himself. There's only so much small talk that could be made before they ran out of things to talk about. Weeks on a boat meant that weeks without having much for news. It was too risky to receive mail through owl while boarded.]

I'd like to think it was something other than my good looks that got me where I am today, [ He can't help the tease. Even at the realization of it, Percival bites the inside of his cheek, puts on a polite smile and moves on. ] As you say; everyone lies a little bit. So yes, time will tell, I suppose. [ Though truthfully he doesn't see his opinion on the man changing much.

He laughs, the sound a little bubbling at the sight of Newt's grin. ] A good asset to MACUSA but well versed in talking your way out of trouble? Is that why you have a difficult time fitting in—are we a rebel? [ The tease can't be helped, the blanketed connection to them falling to the wayside in favor of it. ] Why, it might be what we need to shake things up and get this case on track.

[ More problems or not, regardless of politics and how things broke down, this was a threat to everyone. There was nothing wrong calling for help with people who have more experience under their belts with strange occurrences.

It's small glances between Newt and the aurors, that stiff smile lingering but intrigued. It sounded like quite the ragtag team they had. What was that about working hard and playing hard? He never quite understood it. Percival locks eyes when Newt turns to him and something twists in his belly at it. The breath is nearly inaudible before he speaks. ] They are adults, after all. You can let them be and still dance. [ The two things weren't exclusive—he could be his own being without his team. Now was a perfect time for it if he wanted.

But the request to let them go on their own works its way though his mind and Percival has to fight the way he so easily wanted to agree to the terms. Why the hell was that? What was so smooth about the other man he nearly folded? He buckles down emotionally, lets out an apologetic chuckle to that troublesome grin and gives a small shake of his head. ] It's less about catching disruption than it is safety. Wizards and witches have been disappearing. We don't know why or by who, and while I trust in your team's ability, I won't let them be part of that statistic.

[ The last thing he wanted was or anyone to end up like he did, or worse, no matter their length missing. He sucks in a quick breath. ] I don't mind if everyone splits up, I understand that, it's why I offered everyone the day. Besides, you're our guests. It would be a shame for you to miss all the good spots while exploring the city. [ Walking over to the balcony Percival whistles and immediately seven aurors stop what they're doing and make for the stairs to join them.

From blonds to brunettes and everything in between, an almost even mix of men and women join them on the landing. ] MACUSA's finest. This is our entire task force. But today isn't about work. [ As much as it pains him to say. He turns to his team, hands clasped. ] Take the day and escort our friends around; they'd like to get to know the city. Go on.

[ There's surprised smiles and laughter from his team, who all too happily walk past Percival to mingle with their Ministry counterparts, discussing points of interest and must-see places, asking where they'd like to go first. A small sigh falls from Percival as he crosses his arms at his waist, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. ] And what about you? [ He speaks up, turning to the man beside him. ] Where would you like to wander, Newton?

I'm sure the good looks helped though. [His reply is as cheeky as his grin. This is a bit of a dangerous game to play, honestly. He really shouldn't get himself attached and he isn't one to get so attached so easily. Yet, he's magnetized to Percival.

There's something rather ironic about Percival's words. If only the other knew what kind of trouble he's in...] Darling, more than you could ever fathom. I'm an absolute menace. [He's quite genuine about that.

A little too genuine and he's sure it'll be completely lost to the other. Like a little joke for himself.

He raises an eyebrow at that.] While I have no qualms about letting my colleagues loose onto the streets of New York to terrorize the wonderful wizardkind of America; I find that dancing alone isn't exactly fun. It's usually much more enjoyable with a partner. [Is he being coy or being too forward? Is it a joke? It's really hard to tell.

These are questions that Newt isn't sure what the answer is himself.] An answer that is rather expecting of head security. We'll be sure to stop whatever is causing the disappearances and everyone will be able to rest easy again. That, I promise. [And he didn't like to break promises. Work didn't seem to be on the agenda though as Percival's aurors start to mix with his own.]

I hope you don't spoil them too often. They'll start expecting days off. [The group looks rather lively though, and that was nice. He watches them interact for a bit before turning his attention back to Percival.] The park. I've heard quite a few wonderful things about it, actually. I'd like to see it for myself.

Is this your silver tongue at work? [ While a deal sharp the words are just as playful, matching the other's cheek. So much so it seems to throw him off that he said it at all, and leaning in slightly he quietly sucks in a breath. ] Don't worry, you're not in trouble. [ Yet. And then—

Darling. For the disbelief that fills his face it's soft—surprised—and all at once Percival feels like a teenager again, laughing some refined, light and bubbly thing. Of course he only thinks Newt's words as more quips, not thinking in a thousand years this man could be any sort of menace. Perhaps a menace to his constitution, since he's stolen his words with a mere pet name.

His eyebrows knit and a hand comes up to his mouth, poorly wiping away the grin that's taken it. Never before had he such an issue keeping business from pleasure, and certainly not in such a whirlwind fashion. They've barely known each other for 10 minutes and yet here they are in the middle of MACUSA bantering like they're at a club.

Be that as it may he can't help but cooly reply when Newt comments of dancing alone: ] What a shame it must be to be personally escorted with no one to dance with.

[ What. The. Hell. Seraphina was going to have his head on a silver platter. It's a good thing, he supposes, that their teams were already well on their way to their own adventures leaving the pair by themselves. Percival clears his throat and takes a step or two away, as much as it leaves him wanting. ] I'll hold you to it, [ His voice this time much more gentle. ] That promise.

[ Looking over the railing and to the group making their way out of the offices and to the elevators, he takes a deep breath and shakes his head. ] They're soon to find out I'm not one for spoiling. [ The shrug he gives is with his brow and roll of his eyes. ] I'm sure my aurors will warn yours.

[ At his mentioning of where he'd like to go, Percival perks up, eyeing Newt over with a tugging grin. ] It is quite fine. Central Park it is. [ A beat and then: ] Are you a coffee or tea sort of fellow? I know some good shops along the way.

[He has to bite back a lot of comments when the other asks that particular question. There was a lot he could say and a lot of those things were definitely not work appropriate. Especially appropriate to say to your boss. Newt doesn't consider himself someone who would normally say anything crude at all, so he's surprised such words threatened to leave his mouth.] Well, that depends. Is it working?

[He chuckles a little.] Are you going to punish me if I was? [Definitely playing with fire at this point. He finds that he can't help himself with Percival. Ah well.]

Personally escorted? Really know how to make a man feel like royalty, do you? [He has to keep himself from scooting himself closer to the other. The want to be as close to Percival as he can is certainly a feeling he's having trouble to shake.] I don't like breaking promises, so you don't have to worry. That's why we're here.

Trust me, we're far from getting to be spoiled. Europe is never lacking crimes. [Percival's grin makes his heart flutter and he can't help but grin back.] I'm more for tea, which probably is far from surprising. I don't mind a cup of coffee, but I might offend your American sensibilities with how sweet I typically take my cups.

[ When there's a slight pause to his question, which was really only meant to be teasing and largely rhetorical, Percival feels a small current run up his spine as if to fill in the blanks. He holds his breath, fighting the urge to get closer and look the man over again. ] I can't answer that while on grounds.

[ Which, as it stood, was a telling enough answer. But when he's pushed further with the gag, that tingle spills from his nape over his shoulders and down the length of his body. He can't help getting closer now, the strides easy as he keeps his gaze on him. ] I definitely... cannot answer that while on grounds.

[ Forget fire—this was an inferno.

Because now it was his turn to bite back a comment or two, and he clears his throat gently while trying to think of something mild to replace it with. ] Oh, just a small bit. [ ...Subtle. Being close again isn't making anything easy but Percival finds himself unable to step away this time, like a force is keeping him planted there. ] Good. That's a relief.

[ The returning grin make Percival's mind stumble over itself and he drops his jaw to speak, only to have his tongue click in acknowledgement. He laughs airily before twisting his stance to be beside Newt, motioning them forward. ] Well then, let's get going; this time is precious. [ Even if the workload would be easier unwinding was important. ]

I think you would be surprised at the number of Americans who drink tea instead, [ Percival starts as he makes his way to the stairs. ] To each their own. Coffee isn't everyone's cup of tea. [ There's a half hidden proving he knows what unforgivable pun he's made, but it's true. ] I haven't found one I like, but that doesn't make it unpalatable overall. The cafe I have in mind does each side justice. So I'm told.

[That just earns the other a brilliant little laugh from the Brit. It makes his chest feel light and flutter and it sends tingles from his toes to his fingertips. It's a feeling he hasn't felt before and he can't help but find it rather addicting.] Well then, you can surely answer them once we're far from here then.

[He easily loops his arm around one of Percival's own.] Lead the way then. I can't say I have the faintest clue as to where we're going, after all. [He flashes the other a smile.]

Terrible. I thought Americans would have more class than making such a terrible play on words! [The small chuckle from the other says otherwise. It was still pretty terrible though.] Does that make you one who takes his coffee tall and dark? [A raised eyebrow.]

[ To hear Newt's bright laugh fill his ears lets waves cascade through him; a warm, sparking sensation throughout his entire body. Percival doesn't quite know what to do with himself. He can't quite recall a time he felt to twitterpated for someone. Or for someone so quickly. ] Then surely I will.

[ Their locking arms is unexpected, some fleeting surprise brushing over Percival's face, though more from their contact—shielded as it was. Still, he smiles, raising his arm to hold Newt's properly. ] Only the best cafe in Manhattan. [ Newt feels instantly warm where he's curled around him, a faint tingling as they made their through the lobby and down more stairs to the entrance. It's difficult to ignore. ]

I'm afraid you'll hear much worse from those less charming. [ If he manages to get to a club sometime during all this he's sure to find out. But there's a relief in the chuckle Newt gives. ] A little sweet, sometimes. [ Percival turns to look at Newt briefly, a knowing smile on his lips and glimmer in his eye. ] Depends on the day.

I would absolutely adore to hear the answer. I'm dying to know what it is if it isn't work appropriate. [Like he can't guess, but he's also being cheeky at the moment.

He lets the other lead him back out into the streets of New York. The city was fascinating to Newt, who was used to the narrow and winding cobblestone paths of Diagon Alley. There was just so much that was different (yet the same).]

Well, it's a good thing that you're so charming. [A playful wink.] Then what about today?

It's unfortunately less about the wording than anything else. [ Newt must be taking a deal of enjoyment from being so saucy, not that Percival minds from the way tries to hide his smile as they leave the Woolworth and make their way to the streets, already bustling. Once they've reached the corner, crossing the street, the answer finally comes: ] Which is, it is—and I would. To add, I'm growing fond of the idea of doing so privately.

[ Absolutely damning, and there's a flare of heat that spreads under his skin at the admission as he clears his throat gently. Percival certainly wasn't going to apologize for the answer; they could have been taken any way, without context, which is why he'd waited to speak.

It was absolutely damning and though his heart flutters at the wink and can't fight the grin he faintly wonders if it's too sudden or too crass. ] The present company is undeniably helping in that. [ He was never so forward like this after all. ] Yes, I think so. My sweet tooth is quite active today. [ How could it not be?

Just another half block down is the cafe: outside is a small area fenced off with wrought iron and lined with foliage, a few matching tables set within it as burgundy umbrellas shaded them. Percival points to it with his free hand, looking ahead. ] They have a seated courtyard in back, if you'd like to rest a moment before we head to Central Park.

[Newt is absolutely living for it and he doesn't know why. The way that the other makes his heart flutter and hammer in his chest and how he feels like a teen in some whirlwind romance.

One couldn't just fall for someone like this. Love at first sight? Sure, he loves the concept, but he never think it could happen to him at least.] Well, it's a good thing that we have all day to ourselves now don't we? I don't see why we can't find more private accommodations. [Merlin, he knows better, but it's like being punch drunk and he can't help himself.] We're not on the clock and I do want to enjoy my day. It doesn't matter how.

[He laughs a little as they head down the block to the cafe. He gets the feeling that they may possibly have to go to Central Park another time. Perhaps that's presumptuous of him, but he can't really find himself wanting to detach his own being from the other.] Let's enjoy a drink first and then decide what we want to do from there. I rather not want us to get ahead of ourselves.

[Perhaps he's being too forward, but he adds it anyways.] I feel like we may be considering other things than Central Park at the moment as is.

[ Percival tries rationalizing this all in his head. Trying to think of some reason as to why he would suddenly be so enveloped in the idea os someone like this. For all his effort, nothing comes to mind—he's so distracted by the other man's voice, the warm radiating against his arm and side.

It surely can't be anything but a sudden infatuation. And what's so wrong with it for now? Surely it was better to get it out of their systems before it got all tangled up in their work. To indulge all this tongue-in-cheek flirtation while they could, even if for the briefest of moments he thinks he doesn't want it to end. ] I'm sure, then, we could find something to occupy the time.

[ He sounds confident, certain, as if he already has a place in mind beyond an afternoon drink. He doesn't, not entirely, but he's thankful for the brisk air to distract him from all his heated thoughts. ] Yes, a drink would do us well, I think. [ In fact there's no denying it; they need a small breather.

Because hearing that from the other just makes Percival want to skip straight to somewhere private. A small bit of color finds his ears and the man keeps his head forward as he fights a smile. ] You're not wrong, [ Is the soft admittance as he casts a glance over to Newt. ] And if that's the case, it sounds like things have already been decided.

[ Central park wasn't going anywhere. ]

[Newt just laughs a little as they make their way down the street.] What we had while sailing was far from enjoyable. I'm looking forward to something that's far more pleasing to the senses. [He does actually mean that.

Sailing from England to the States was far from the most enjoyable thing.

Of course, he had been able to keep busy, but it was a bit of an affair to get things done without his fellow aurors possibly knocking and asking for his company for whatever reason.]

Well, that really depends. Where were you thinking of going after our little date? [Oh, he's really just going for it at this point.] You're the one who knows the best places, right? [He glances at the other with a knowing look.] I'm leaving it to you to show me a wondrous time.

[ A heat rises up under Percival's collar at all the implication being thrown around. It's all so naturally enticing but at the same time quite scandalous, speaking of such things so freely in public. People might only pick up pieces, but still. ] A few things more enjoyable than a voyage certainly come to mind.

[ Things that required nothing but each other and time, which they had an abundance of today. Quite an undertaking, a whole day spent on nothing but indulgence, though there's little worry in Percival about it all. With how well they've hit it off he's sure they'll keep busy.

A date. So long has it been since he's been on one the idea brings out another wave of sensation through his limbs, especially with all their talk of after. ] I was thinking somewhere more quiet, [ His smile is confident as they reach the cafe. ] High up, where there won't be any distractions to bother us.

[ He angles their stance once they get to the door to open it for Newt, and though it takes their arms unlocking to do so Percival keeps their hands together—guiding Newt inside before following after. As they take a few steps in, headed towards a side hall leading back outside into the courtyard, a barista perks up from behind the bar.

'Mr. Graves, good afternoon! What will it be today?' ]

My usual, please, [ He starts before glancing over to Newt, a small grin still tugging at his lips. ] And a selection of tea for my partner.

[ 'Of course, we'll bring it right out!'

Though he's loathe to so do again, as they approach the hall Percival lets Newt on head, motioning for him to go through. ] After you; it's a bit narrow for two. [ He's been here often enough with Seraphina to know better than try. Thankfully now he doesn't have to worry about stepping on any of Newt's clothing. ]

With you, I can't imagine a dull time in anyway. [He gives the other a little, cheeky grin. He can't help but feel a bit excited at what's to come. Just something about the other brings a certain excitement he hasn't ever felt. To be so attracted to someone. He should worry more about it, but he's much too drunk on the feeling.

And Percival has all but probably implied his place, and if that doesn't make his body tingle-] That sounds simply wonderful.

[Newt unravels the Hufflepuff scarf around his neck as they step in and stuffs it into his coat pocket before shuffling through the hall ahead of the other. Percival can see the freckles that dust the back of his neck and disappears under his shirt collar.] A regular here, are you? They seemed rather happy to see your face. Aren't we popular? [He teases a bit.

Even if their fingers were laced together as though it were natural.]

[ A chortle hums out from Percival in response to that teasing. ] I’m not sure what they would do without my patronage, truth be told. [ It wasn’t the only place he frequented but it was certainly one of his favorites, and being so close to the Woolworth certainly didn’t help. But he can’t think of work now.

Not when Newt’s freckles stick out against his skin so vividly, and Percival can’t help himself in admiring them—how they dip down under his collar. A flaring desire to know just how far those speckles are peppered over him hits the poor man like a train. With little thought to it, his hand squeezes Newt’s as they walk in an attempt to temper himself. This date was going to be quite difficult.

And short, with any luck.

The heat of their hands between entwined fingers both grounds and drives him up a wall. He feels like an absolute fool. Percival can’t even compare himself to a teenager; he’s never felt so twitter-patted in all his years—it’s taking everything in him not to take Newt around the corner, hold him against the wall and kiss him. But they’re at a table before he knows it, and he’s almost loathe to let go of Newt so that he can pull a chair out for the Brit. ]

I apologize for rushing us through the cafe, and I hope it isn’t too forward, [ He starts with a gentle smile, thankful for the quiet surrounding them. ] But I wanted you all to myself.

It sounds like you should tone down your caffeine intake with that statement. [He laughs brightly at that.

Newt thanks the other as he takes a seat in the chair offered to him. Such a gentleman. He does miss the warmth of Percival's hand in his own, but he does guess they can't hold hands forever. Not when they're getting settled for a nice cup.] I don't think anything is too forward at the moment, you know.

[He gives him a wry little grin.] Have we not been rather forward with our words this entire time?

Though, I didn't suspect you to be possessive. [A low chuckle.] Don't worry, Graves. You'll have all day to have me to yourself if that's what you wish.

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